Julie Stoner challenged me to come up with a travel challenge given my nomadic lifestyle. So...I need the following three countries in a humorous, metrical, rhyming poem: Mongolia; Monaco; and Madagascar. Go to it!

SMALL TALK WITH PRINCESS GRACE

"Oh Princess Grace, where do you live?"
That is the question I asked her.
She said, "I live in Monaco,
west of Mongolia, north of Madagascar."

Adventures in the Rag Trade

It's now outré Mongolia,
my dear, more in than out, far, far
more chic, and wholely holier
for fashion splash than Madagascar
ever was, or (you seem the last to know)
than rainier and grace-less Monaco.




[This message has been edited by Michael Cantor (edited April 19, 2005).]

Both brilliant.
Best regards,
David

Swift horses roam the vast steppes of Mongolia,
fast racecars rule the streets of Monaco,
and famed are mountain goats from Anatolia
whose pace is not inhibited by snow.
But few beats Busch, who’s not from Madagascar,
but presently ranks four in this years' NASCAR
standings. (Well, my Google told me so...)



[This message has been edited by Jon H. Rydne (edited April 20, 2005).]

Travelling Man

I was headed for Mongolia
on a mule from Anatolia
with a knapsack full of scholia
for wisdom on the way

when a friendly glib-tongued lascar
who had lately left Nebraska
talked me into Madagascar
and a certain little bay

where I fell for moneyed Donna Coe;
we moved to ritzy Monaco:
I wonder where did honour go,
for I never try to pay!

Checkered Flag

The Grand Prix of Monaco
For racing fans is a “Have to Go!”
And who would miss the thrilling courses
Trod by those Mongolian horses?

But not even those can hope to compete
With what’s in store at an upcoming meet.
“The Hottest Race Is Here!" says NASCAR.
“The track is ALL of Madagascar!”

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Note to Mr. Rydne: I didn't realize you had written a racing poem until after I posted this.



[This message has been edited by nyctom (edited April 19, 2005).]

I really want a hybrid, but my folks keep saying, "No."
I'm really mad a gas-car is the only way to go.
"C'mon! Go, Liam Neeson! Go, environment!" I cheer.
"C'mon, a Coca-Cola can is sturdier," they sneer.

Julie Stoner

Julie, you outdid yourself!